All language subtitles for Comanche.Territory.1950.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

Drop your rifle.

Get your hands up
over your head.

Well, so you'‘ve come
to thank me, stranger?

That'‘s one way of putting it,

but I'‘m a curious man, mister.

Before I thank you,
I'‘d like to know

what you got against me.

Why nothing, son,

nothing at all.

Then why did you shoot at me
instead of the Comanches?

I'‘d call that
a mighty fair question.

You mind if I put
my arm down, son?

I got a bad shoulder.

Just don'‘t go reaching
for any iron, huh.

Well, you might
put it onto the head

in the military strategy, son.

You see Comanches sometimes
get queer notions.

They figure that land back there

is kind of sacred.

As long as you was trespassing,

you were safe.

I was just trying to coax you

back onto sacred territory.

So that'‘s why they kept
changing their minds.

I'‘m afraid I owe you
my sincere apology, sir,

and my thanks.

Ah, there was no real danger.

There'‘s only ten of them

and I still got
one good arm left.

Mind if I have a look
at this one?

Yeah.

This is right friendly
of you, stranger.

Looks as though
the Comanches got to you

before they got to me.

There was no Comanches.

Comanches is real
friendly people,

if you don'‘t rub them
the wrong way.

Let'‘s just say
it'‘s a snake bite.

Seems as though the snake

left a little bit
of lead in there.

Only one kind of snake
around these parts.

I'‘ll get it out
as quick and easy as I can.

There'‘s no hurry, son.

Only don'‘t throw it away,

I like to save
the lead folks take out of me.

I got me three pounds of it.

I reckon that
there is supposed to be

one of them Bowie knives.

That'‘s exactly what it is.

That is exactly what it ain'‘t.

That'‘s the poorest imitation

of the genuine article
as ever I seen.

- It is.
- Yessiree.

That one is the same
as thousands of others

folks are selling back east.

A real Bowie knife,

that'‘s something else again.

I'‘d ought to know,
I gave Jim Bowie the idea

for that weapon myself.

That'‘s mighty interesting.

Yessiree, it was back
in Louisiana.

Me and Jim were sitting
on the front porch whipping.

Jim was a rich man in them days.

It was on account
that I'‘d given him

the idea there'‘s plenty
of money in sugar.

No time at all,
Jim had cleaned up

three million dollars.

Two million.

You a friend of Jim Bowie'‘s?

- Not particularly.
- Hmm.

Well, anyways, Jim,

I says, "Someday
I'‘m gonna fashion me

a hunting knife, 16 inches long,

and curved in the end
like a heathen..."

Scimitar.

That'‘s right, scimitar.

"So as my hand won'‘t slip,"
I says,

"aimed to put cross guard
on the hilt,

and I'‘m going to put
a double edge

on the last three inches."

Four inches.

Next thing I knowed,

Jim Bowie had beat me to it

and made the knife his self.

I don'‘t think I quite
got your name, son.

James Bowie of Louisiana.

Oh, while you was talking
I was beginning to think--

James Bowie?

Why, I'‘ll be hog swallowed.

And whom do I have
the pleasure of digging into?

Dan'‘l Seeger,

Dan'‘l Gideon Seeger,

ex-hunter, ex-Indian fighter,

ex-congressman, and as you have
probably figured out,

the biggest hogtied, jugheaded,

turnip sucking liar
in the whole world.

Steady now, Dan'‘l.

I think I got it.

I find this mighty
interesting, Jim.

Them bucks out there,
come galloping by,

and see how close
they can come to us

with their arrows

and they try again
10 paces further on,

and so on.

It'‘s that so on
that bothers me.

Well, I wish you were still
a member of congress, Dan'‘l.

This seems the most
appropriate time

to register a complaint.

I call that
mighty fair shooting.

You take Shoshones, Jim,

they'‘re a bit nearsighted
for Indians.

Now, if them were Shoshones
instead of Comanches,

I'‘d be getting
a little nervous.

How many rounds do these
games usually run?

Three is about average,

four rounds is extra good.

If it should happen
to run up to five,

well, them bucks would be
talking about nothing else

for weeks to come.

That'‘s nice to know.

Well, in case they'‘re only
playing a three rounder,

it was mighty nice meeting up
with you, Jim Bowie.

Excuse the left hand, Dan'‘l.

It'‘s been a nice friendship,

if a short one.

Yeah, me unconscious

most of the time.

Look yonder, Jim.

It'‘s Quisima,
the number one chief.

I'‘d seen him once
in Washington.

He'‘s the one
I came out here to see.

Does he understand English?

I don'‘t know.

So this is the mighty Quisima,

who sat in the Council
of the White Man

in Washington.

This is Quisima,

who gave one hand in friendship

to his white brothers,

while the other hand
held a knife.

This is Quisima

whose word is shifting
as the wind,

whose tongue twists like a river

of many branches.

This is Quisima,
breaker of treaties.

Today, the Comanche
is held in honor and respect,

like the mountain
that never yields

or the sun that never changes.

Tomorrow you will be
driven off like a dog

that wanders close to a campfire

to take his place among men.

White men broke treaty,

went where forbidden to go.

He'‘s a stranger in these parts.

Your men should'‘ve come
to him friendly-like

and told him he was trespassing

on sacred ground

instead of swooping down on him

like chicken hawks
trying to kill him.

I come from the
Land of the Naches,

in the Muscogeean,
to sit in council

with the mighty Quisima.

If I did not come in friendship,

your three braves
would now lie dead.

Comanche honors his treaties.

Hope my white brothers do same

when time comes.

One white brother hurt,

Comanche medicine man

make him well again.

Meantime, white man,

whose tongue is
as sharp as his blade,

will teach Quisima

more about his knife.

James Bowie,

if I had your gift of speeching

I'‘d still be in congress.

It'‘s all right, Jim.

My arm being as good as new,
we are pulling out tomorrow.

Well, Quisima, I'‘ve kept
my part of the bargain.

In the two weeks we'‘ve
been here, I'‘ve taught your men

how to make and fight
with my kind of knife.

A blade that cuts two ways

has kept his word.

Quisima will keep his

when treaty with white man
is renewed,

Bowie, brother of Quisima,

may dig silver ore

that lies beneath land
of Comanches.

And the Comanches will get
a good price for it.

As long as campfires burn

before the tents of Comanches,

the blade that cuts two ways

and his friends will be welcome.

I ain'‘t aiming to pry

into your private affairs, Jim,

but that silver deal
you made with Quisima...

You'‘re not prying, Dan'l,
since the war of 1812,

the country'‘s been trying
to get back on its feet.

We need that silver
to help us do it.

That'‘s why I came out here.

I hate to disappoint you, Jim,

but that treaty ain'‘t
being renewed next week.

You'‘re mistaken.

The renewal was drawn up
when I left the east.

Oh, it was drawn up all right.

But Andy Jackson gave it

to a dimwit named Dan'‘l Seeger

to give to the Comanches
for ratification.

Well, then, what'‘s wrong?

Remember that bullet
you took out of my shoulder?

Well, a short while
before I run into you,

I was dragged and thieved.

The ornery skunks
took the treaty renewal.

But the president can always
send the Comanches another copy.

Yeah, but it'll be
weeks before they get here.

Meanwhile, folks are pouring
into the territory

by the dozens, just waiting
for the treaty to expire.

Comes the deadline,
they all will be staking claim.

Once they get in here,

it ain'‘t gonna be as easy
to get out of here.

Any idea who might have done it?

Nope, but I'‘m hoping
I might find out something

when we get to Crooked Tongue.

Don'‘t your remember anything?

As a matter of fact,
there was something, Jim.

Just before I passed out,

I got a whiff of fancy perfume.

- Perfume?
- Perfume.

Smelled real good, too.

For a minute,
I thought I was getting mighty

too close to the pearly gates.

Do you know what kind it was?

No, but I'‘d recollect it

if I ever ran cross it again.

I may not have good brains,

but I sure got a good smeller.

Dan'‘l and I have been
doing some tall thinking

along the way.

Whoever took that treaty
knows for certain

there'‘ll be
no renewal next week.

- That follows.
- So naturally, you'‘ll expect

to have a lot of silver
to sell in the near future.

- Well, seems logical.
- Well, I'‘m gonna spread it

around town

I came out here to buy silver,

all I can lay my hands on.

Now, why couldn'‘t
I have thunk of that?

The best way to get polecats
is to smoke them out.

Anybody who'‘s ready
to make a deal with you

knows more than he had ought to.

Precisely.

And since you'‘re
evidently known by sight,

I suggest we ride
into town alone, hmm?

As we used to say in congress,

"The motion
is seconded and passed

and the meeting is adjourned."

Come on, you cow-heels.

Now, put your money down.

Boozer here will take all bets.

Your money or your livestock.

But just see
that you make it big.

With our luck,
I'‘m not gonna make this ride

unless you fellas
make it worth my while.

Now let me
get this straight, Katie.

You'‘re betting you can
take that tray in one hand

and ride full gallop
to the end of town...

Stop dead, ride back
at full speed,

return the tray,

and if one of the glasses
is spilled,

- I'‘ve lost my bet.
- Katie, you'‘ve just made

yourself a wager.

Do you call that a wager?

Take that trash out of my sight.

I don'‘t aim to be insulted

by small bets like that.

Well, come on
some man-sized bets

or I'‘m not
going to trouble myself.

All right.

There you are.

That'‘s more I like it.

- Come on, now. Come on.
- $14, keep going.

Come on now, come on.

All right.

Come on now.
Let him do it. Come on.

Come on,
put your hands over here.

Come on, Katie. Come on, Katie.

Get away, folks.

Go on, hanging right on to it.

there.

- Now, y'‘all set, Katie?
- All set.

Good lord, there we go.

Now, easy does it.

Easy does it.

Don'‘t spill it,
I got my money on it.

You clumsy ox.

I'‘m terribly sorry.

Blundering fool.

Now, now, miss.
I said I was sorry.

It'‘s not nice for a lady
not to be a lady.

Sorry?

He said he'‘s sorry.

You blundering tinhorn,

- you made me lose all my bets.
- Bets?

I didn'‘t know ladies made bets.

You call me a lady once more

and I'‘ll fill you full of lead.

Easy now, miss.
The mood you'‘re in,

you'‘re liable to pull
that trigger

thereby causing
a most embarrassing situation

for both of us.

You did that on purpose.

Look, mister. If the lady wants
to pull a gun on me,

that'‘s quite all right.
Where I come from,

we usually let the ladies
have their way.

But I don'‘t like a man doing it.

Oh, you don'‘t?
Now I'‘m gonna shoot...

- You get out of this.
- But Miss Katie,

- I bet my whole bankroll on you.
- I can take care of this,

this tinhorn without your help.

I'‘ve got an idea.
Why don'‘t you two toss a coin

to see who shoots me, huh?

You talk too much.

All right, mister.

Draw.

I said draw.

Sorry, ma'‘am. Back in Louisiana,

when we meet any pretty ladies,

we make love to them,

we kiss them,

spank them on occasion,

but we never go around
shooting them.

Are you going to draw
or aren'‘t you?

Of all the yellow, spineless,

cowardly coyotes I...

Pay off all bets.

Another thing
I forgot to mention,

I dislike the sound of someone

cocking a pistol behind my back.

Hello.

Howdy?

I'‘d like to deposit
this bank draft

and draw some cash against it.

Oh, sure, sure.

Hmm, $5,000?

You have to take this
up with the boss,

in there.

It'‘s all right.
Go right in.

Well?

Look, miss, I'‘m liable
to run out of apologies

if you'‘re following me around
to start trouble again.

What do you want
to see me about?

I can assure you, miss,
seeing you was the least

of my intentions.

I'‘m waiting to see
the president of the bank.

All right,

start talking.

You'‘re not the bank president.

Mister, I am the bank
and I'‘m busy.

Now, what do you want?

I'‘d like to deposit this draft

and draw some cash against it.

James Bowie, Louisiana.

And now you got
the better of me.

I usually like to know
the names of people

- I do business with.
- The name'‘s Kathryn Howard,

and we'‘re not doing
any business.

Do you mean you'‘re not going
to honor this draft?

That'‘s exactly what I do mean.

I don'‘t like the look of it.

Meaning, you don'‘t like me?

Suit yourself.

I don'‘t like you, mister,

or your bank draft.

But there isn'‘t another bank
within 200 miles.

I'‘m considered a fairly
wealthy man back east,

but if you refuse
to cash this draft,

I might as well be broke.

Now, it does seem to work out

that way, doesn'‘t it?

Thanks for dropping in,
Mr. Bowie.

But this is ridiculous.

This is a perfectly
legal bank draft.

You can'‘t refuse to recognize

- The Bank of Louisiana.
- I refuse to recognize

the whole State of Louisiana.

Ms. Howard, I'‘ve done
a lot of things in my life,

but I'‘ve never had
a bank president across my knee

for a good spanking.

That'‘s a pleasure
I shall look forward to.

If you refuse
to accept this draft,

I'‘m sure the
gambling casino next door

will be very glad to.

Mr. Bowie.

Let me give you

some friendly advice.

Get out of town. You'‘ve already
been here too long.

Very kind of you
to want to be my friend.

Thank you.

We must have dinner
together sometime.

Jack. Good

How about you?

- Eight.
- Seven.

- Four.
- Who'‘s in charge around here?

Stacey.

That'‘s him at the end
of the bar.

- How about you?
- Yeah.

Excuse me. They tell me
you'‘re in charge around here.

- That'‘s right.
- I'‘d like to cash a draft

drawn on the Bank of Louisiana.

Certainly. How large?

- Five thousand.
- You know, that size,

you have to take it up
with the big boss.

And where do I find
the big boss?

In the office.

Oh, no.

- It'‘s you again.
- Get to the point, Mister.

This happens to be
one of my busy days.

Now, what can I do for you?

Oh, I'‘ve seen everything.

I have no time for small talk,
Mr. Bowie.

But if this is a social call,
I--

No, not at all.

Ms. Howard,
I have in my possession

a draft drawn on the bank--

oh, what'‘s the use?

Look, I need cash.

I'‘ll make you
a sporting proposition.

I'‘m not a gambler,
but evidently you are.

One cut of the cards
for five thousand.

You'‘ve made yourself a bet,
Mr. Bowie.

Come on.

We'‘re breaking in for one hand
of high card, Slim.

That'‘s all, boys.
Pick up your chips.

Give me 5,000.

Five thousand one hand?

You ask too many questions.

Cash if you don'‘t mind.

Mind if I have a look
at those cards?

- Why you little...
- That'‘s all right, Slim.

Mr. Bowie has a peculiar
sense of humor.

Why don'‘t you shuffle them, too?

Well, it'‘s not necessary.

After all, we do trust
each other, don'‘t we?

Ladies first.

Oh, I forgot, you don'‘t like
to be called a lady

or dress like one either.

An eight.

Four.

Your money, Mr. Bowie.

I believe I mentioned before,

I don'‘t gamble, Ms. Howard.

You can have the draft.

That'‘ll keep it
from being gambling.

Now, look, Mr. Bowie,
if that'‘s a bet,

I don'‘t think you meant that
to be an insult or did you?

I never insult anyone
with $5,000,

especially a lady.

What'‘ll it be?

That'‘ll be all right.

Any kind of will do.

Jim, I'‘ve have smelled
half the people in town,

and believe me,
there are no lilies.

I'‘ve smelled polecat
and sheepherder

and about a dozen
assorted smells

I haven'‘t classified as yet.

Any trace of that perfume?

Not a whiff,
but I'‘ll keep on smelling

until my smeller gives up.

I'‘m sorry you had trouble
with the boss.

If she'‘d known
who Jim Bowie was,

I'‘m sure she would have been
more courteous.

I can'‘t imagine
that female tiger,

if she is a female,

being courteous
under any circumstances.

Oh, Katie'‘s really
a nice person, Mr. Bowie,

when you get to know her better.

Getting to know her better
is one ordeal

I'‘m hoping to spare myself.

Can I buy you a drink?

- Thanks.
- Boozer.

So far, all the friends
I'‘ve made in this town

- add up to zero.
- Well, your entrance into town

wasn'‘t exactly conducive
to making friends.

You know, I spent most
of my life in the east.

That'‘s where I first heard
of Jim Bowie

and his fabulous knife.

I hear tell
it'‘s a deadly man killer.

It'‘s a hunting knife.

Sorry.

You'‘re in sugar, aren't you?

Used to be.

We don'‘t grow much sugar
in these parts.

No, but I understand
you'‘re expecting a fine

crop of silver very soon.

Thinking of staking your claim
in Comanche Territory?

I'‘m leaving the claim
taking to others.

I'‘m buying silver.
All I can get.

That'‘s very interesting,
Mr. Bowie.

If I hear of anyone
with silver to sell,

I'‘ll pass the word along.

Well, if it ain'‘t
Ms. Katie Howard.

Lucky for you, Lem,

I can'‘t tote any guns
in this outfit.

What are you
rigged up for, Katie,

a wedding or a funeral?

Wait until you see the dress
I wear the day we bury you.

All right, boys.

When Katie goes feminine,
somebody better watch out.

Still wondering
if the tiger is female?

Not anymore.

I'‘m raising 10 more.

No bet.

What'‘s the idea?

I thought I told you card sharks

to keep out of my place.

- Now get.
- But I--

Go on.

Mighty affectionate
for a man your age.

It ain'‘t affection.
It'‘s that perfume.

Well, if it'‘s going
to affect people like that,

I better not use it anymore.

All right, miss,
where is the treaty?

- Treaty?
- The treaty with the Comanches.

The one you took from me.

What have you done with it?

I don'‘t know
what you'‘re talking about.

That treaty was a property
of the federal government

and I aim to get it back.

I'‘m sorry, Ms. Katie.

Why you clumsy mutt.

Hey, someone get me out of here.

Someone get me out of here.

I promised myself this
pleasure, Ms. Bank President.

- Ow.
- That'‘s for not cashing

my draft.

I'‘ll kill you
when I get out of here.

Ow.

That'‘s for giving me
so much trouble.

Throw these two gentlemen
out of here.

Well, I hope you know
what you'‘re doing.

You bet I do.

You know, people don'‘t toss
Jim Bowie around like that

- and get away with it.
- I'‘ll take my chances

whoever he is.

For your information,
he'‘s a very wealthy man.

- He'‘s in town to buy silver.
- So what?

A Comanche silver is no good
to us if we don'‘t get someone

- to take it off our hands.
- There'‘ll be other buyers.

Sure, maybe in a few months?

But we can use Jim Bowie now.

If you don'‘t want all our plans
to fall through,

you'‘d better go after him.

See if you can repair
the damage you'‘ve done.

Me go crawling to him?

I'‘d rather die first.

I'‘m not asking you, Katie.

I'‘m telling you.

Eh, it'‘s no use, Jim.

I'‘ll never learn
to keep my mouth shut.

If I had, I'‘d still
be in Congress.

You never struck me
as the kind of man

that goes around
kissing strange girls

in the shoulder

and in one drink, too.

I wasn'‘t kissing,
I was whiffing.

And I got me a nose
full of that perfume.

- Ms. Howard?
- Uh-hmm.

Instead of saying nothing,
playing possum,

I had to raise a fuss
and get us thrown out.

Now, we can'‘t get back in there
to snoop around.

I'‘m not so sure of that, Dan'l.

I came out to tell you
that I was sorry.

I want to apologize.

Well, this is a surprise.

It is to me, too.

I mean, we try to run
a respectable place

and if your friend here
hadn'‘t started all the trouble--

He'‘s no friend of mine.

I never saw him before.

Well, you were trying
to help him.

Just a case
of helping the underdog,

too many against one.

I reckon I could take the blame
for that little fracas, miss.

You see, I met up with
an accident awhile back

and I'‘ve been kind of
getting funny spells ever since,

you know, imagining
all sorts of funny things.

I'‘m sorry if I caused you
any trouble, stranger.

Um, I hope
we can consider all this

a misunderstanding, Mr. Bowie.

I'‘m sure that's
all it was, Ms. Howard.

Oh, that'‘s very kind
of you to say so.

If you'‘re not holding
any grudges,

I--I'‘d like
to offer you a drink.

Well, the offer
is gratefully accepted.

providing of course
I'‘m still welcome inside.

Oh, of course, Mr. Bowie.

And again,

my deepest apologies.

Not at all, Ms. Howard.

My apologies to you.

Oh.

Well, I'‘ll be...

hogswalled.

How about this table, Mr. Bowie.

Splendid.

You can see everything
from here.

And nobody can get behind me.

Oh, now, Mr. Bowie.

Boozer,

see that Mr. Bowie
has anything he wants.

But, Ms. Katie,
I think he'‘s just a--

You'‘re not paid to think.

Mr. Bowie is a guest of mine.

Give him the best in the house.

Oh, by the way,
have you made any arrangements

- for your lodgings?
- No, not yet.

Well, then it'‘s all settled.

You'‘ll stay at my ranch.

That'‘s very gracious of you,
Ms. Howard.

Oh, not at all, Mr. Bowie.

You know, I had no idea

Stacey was your brother.

You didn'‘t?

He told me when I got to
know you better,

I'‘d get to like you,

and I believe he was right.

Oh?

So, in two days, you think

you'‘re beginning to know me?

At least I'‘m beginning
to like you.

Oh.

Come.

I thought the Comanche
had a peace treaty

with his white brothers.

Come.

It seems that'‘s his entire
vocabulary.

I think we better go with him.

Why are we brought here
like this?

Quisima breaks his word
to keep the peace

with the white man.

Quisima keeps his word.

Want to know if white men

will keep theirs.

A blade that cuts two ways

will sit in council

of Comanches.

Pakanah.

This is Pakanah,

my son.

He lived with white man.

He tell you
when your tongue message

is given to us.

White man like bird

that makes sweet music

but rob nest of others.

He promised Comanche peace

while hand reaches for a gun

to slay him.

Every day,

we see white man

come across plain

from direction of morning sun.

He bring tools with him,

not for planting of corn,

but for digging of silver.

White man

plan to betray Comanche.

He will take his land.

There will be no new treaty.

Each day Comanche wait,

white man becomes stronger.

Comanche must strike

at once tonight.

Council agrees with Pakanah.

But I told them,

"My brother, Bowie,

man of honor.

He not lie."

If he tell me

white man renew treaty,

Quisima believe him.

What do you think, Ms. Howard?

I...

I don'‘t know.

I pledge my word of honor,
Quisima,

that the treaty
has already been renewed

and has been sent
on its way here

from Washington.

White man has false tongue.

I don'‘t blame you

for being angry, Pakanah,

but I don'‘t like
to be called a liar.

White man lie.

I make him admit.

If that'‘s the way you want it.

Not with your weapons,

with ours.

Each to his own.

Please don'‘t.

You won'‘t stand a chance.

Then why don'‘t you stop it?

You know there'‘s a new treaty

and you know who took it.

I can'‘t.

Then I'‘ve got to fight him

or every Comanche
in the territory

will be on the warpath
before morning.

I wish you'‘d change
your mind, Pakanah.

I don'‘t wanna kill you.

I want kill you.

I told the truth.

I told the truth.

White man tell truth.

You think I want that silver

for myself, don'‘t you?

Well, you'‘re wrong.

I have my reasons, good reasons,

but they wouldn'‘t mean
anything to you.

Maybe they would.

Not to an Easterner.

You would have to be
a part of that

to understand

and that would have to be
a part of you.

My father and grandfather

came out here to try

and make something
out of that wilderness

and they died trying.

They brought
all their friends with them

and everyone who'‘d listen.

Go on.

But things didn'‘t work out
the way they expected them.

They raised cattle,

but there was no way to get them

to the eastern markets.

People began to get discouraged.

Lately things have been
getting worse.

A lot of families have left
the territory and gone back.

And you think
that Comanche silver

will keep them from leaving,

is that it?

Yes, that'‘s it.

Once they stake claims,

they'‘d have to stay here.

And no one, the Indians

and the federal government
included,

is going to stop us.

That'‘s mighty big talk,
Ms. Howard.

Well, that'‘s the way
we feel about it, all of us,

even my brother Stacey.

Of all the upside down,

back into,

mule-headed, illogical,

irrational feminine reasoning.

You saw the mood
those Comanches are in.

Do you think for one moment
the shooting stop

with that one rifle ball
I took out

of Dan'‘l Seeger's shoulder?

I'‘m sorry about that.

There wasn'‘t supposed to be
a shooting

but the men with me
were pretty desperate.

- Somebody slipped up.
- And they'‘ll slip up again

if they try to jump Indian land.

Quisima has already given
the government permission

to dig for their silver.

That'‘s mighty fine
for the government,

but it doesn'‘t do us any good.

Listen, Ms. Howard,

your desire to improve
this territory

is most commendable,
but you'‘re going about it

in the wrong way.

Don'‘t you understand?

The country needs this silver.

They'‘ll make a road out here.

Wagon trains will be rolling
in and out of here.

People who left
will be coming back

and hundreds more.

Besides, this territory
will be bigger than anything

your father or grandfather
ever dreamed of.

You really believe that?

Believe that? I know it.

So you'‘re calling off
the deal, Katie?

All our plans,

everything we'‘ve worked for?

Not unless you agree, Stacey,

after all, that'‘s your problem
as much as mine.

Oh, anything you say

is all right with me,

you know that.

Since we only have
three days left,

I suggest we get the treaty
to Quisima

as quickly as possible.

I didn'‘t know there'd would be
a change in plans.

I destroyed it.

I'‘m sorry.

Well, no harm done.

You two confess the word out

that there is a new treaty

and nobody is to try moving in
on the Comanches.

That'‘ll protect us
till Andy Jackson

can send along a new copy.

Yeah, I'‘m afraid
that won'‘t work, Jim.

A lot of newcomers
pulled up stakes

and came out here just to get in
on the silver rush.

They'‘re not gonna be
in a listening mood.

I found out when I was in
business back East

that usually the best way

to handle a stubborn customer

was to get a couple of drinks

and a good meal under his belt,

then he'‘d usually listen
to reason.

We'‘re gonna throw
the biggest shindig

this territory'‘s ever known.

We'‘d throw the cafe wide open

and wine them and dine them
until they'‘re ready to listen.

And just in case a few of them
don'‘t see the light,

I suggest
we take their guns away

before they come in.

What'‘s the matter, Tom?

Comanches making trouble?

Heck no, get down
to Crooked Tongue today.

Free fills and plenty of liquor.

Katie Howard'‘s
throwing a shindig,

- you better hurry.
- Yeah?

I guess I better get home
and change my duds.

Come on.

Hey, stop everything.

Katie Howard'‘s
throwing a party.

Free fills and liquor
for everybody.

Are you sure there ain'‘t no
charge for this?

Everything is free.

Well, in that case, thanks.

Here now.

We don'‘t have none of that.

I like your neighbors, Katie.

They'‘re nice, friendly people.

I sure hope they stay that way

after we bust the news to them.

Well, I don'‘t expect
any trouble

with the old timers,

but there'‘s a lot of newcomers
around here

that I'‘ve never seen before.

Hello. Jed.

Oh, excuse me.

- Hello, Sue, hello, Jed.
- Hello.

I'‘m sure glad
you could make it.

I wouldn'‘t miss this
on a bet, Katie.

- What'‘s all this all here?
- Oh, sorry, Jed,

everyone is checking their guns.

Fair enough.

Sure is a pretty girl.

Sure is.

Too bad she'‘s always
wearing buckskin,

keeping her figure covered.

At your age, Dan'‘l,
you shouldn'‘t be looking.

I ain'‘t seen much else to do.

Uh-oh.

We'‘re just talking about you,
Ms. Katie.

Jim here was saying
if I'‘d help keep an eye

on the weapons,
he'‘d sure like to ask you

for a dance.

And what did you say,
Mr. Seeger?

I said I'‘d be delighted.

On the contrary, Mr. Seeger,

I'‘d be delighted.

♪ Follow me, my bonny lad ♪

♪ For I'‘ll not follow you ♪

Come on, Katie,
don'‘t be bashful.

Sing it out loud for all of us.

♪ My father bought ♪

♪ At great expense ♪

♪ A grand high stepping grey ♪

♪ But when he puts
her out a fence ♪

♪ She backs and backs away ♪

♪ Hey ho, the morning dew ♪

♪ Hey ho, the rose and rue ♪

♪ Follow me, my bonny lad ♪

♪ For I'‘ll not follow you ♪

♪ My mother bought ♪

♪ A likely hen ♪

♪ On last St. Martin'‘s day ♪

♪ She clucks and clucks ♪

♪ And clucks again ♪

♪ But never yet will lay ♪

♪ Hey ho, the morning dew ♪

♪ Hey ho the rose and rue ♪

♪ Follow me ♪

♪ My bonny lad ♪

♪ For I'‘ll not follow you ♪

♪ Now, Mustard
is my brother'‘s dog ♪

♪ Who whines and barks all day ♪

♪ But take him with you
all to hunt ♪

♪ And he'‘ll get in the way ♪

♪ Hey ho, the morning dew ♪

♪ Hey ho, the rose and rue ♪

♪ Follow me ♪

♪ My bonny lad ♪

♪ For I'‘ll not follow you ♪

♪ When walls lie down ♪

♪ For steeds to step ♪

♪ When eggs themselves go lay ♪

♪ And the ducks jump ♪

♪ Into Mustard'‘s jaw ♪

♪ To you my court ♪

♪ I'‘ll pay ♪

♪ Hey ho, the morning dew ♪

♪ Hey ho, the rose and rue ♪

♪ Follow me ♪

♪ My bonny lad ♪

♪ For I'‘ll not follow you ♪

Uh-oh. I'‘m sorry, boys,
but you have to leave

your shooting guns here.

Who said so?

Ms. Howard.

Yeah?
Well, nobody'‘s taking my gun.

Well, then, you can'‘t go in.

Well, why don'‘t you
try to stop us?

I got that one
from the Iroquois.

The Iroquois taught me that one.

I better tell them now.

I'‘ll take a couple of these.

This is as good a time as any

to make a little announcement.

There'‘s a new treaty
with the Comanches

and it'‘ll be here
from Washington

in a few days.

That means
that you can all forget

that midnight deadline tomorrow.

Nobody is moving in

on Comanche territory, nobody.

You can do
whatever you like, lady,

but I'‘m moving in.

If any of you newcomers feel
like arguing,

I'‘ve got a couple of good
arguments right here.

You old timers

know how my folks felt

about this territory

and how I feel about it,

and I'‘m not going
to let it break up.

That silver
is going to be mined,

but it'‘ll be done legally

and there'‘ll be plenty of work
for everybody

and a chance to live right

and bring your kids up
in the same way.

This territory
is going to grow faster

and bigger than we ever dreamed.

Those that feel like I do

will do well to stay.

And as for the others, well,

we'‘ll stake them to the expenses

of their trip back home.

I'‘m staying, Katie.

- You can count on me, too.
- yeah.

What about the rest of you?

Katie, I'‘m afraid
I'‘ve got some bad news.

I was up on the north range
checking the cattle

and I found a couple
of fresh carcasses

and some wolf tracks.

- Wolves?
- Yeah, traveling in a pack,

about a dozen of them
as near as I can make out.

I'‘ve never heard of wolves
traveling in packs

this far South.

They'‘re heading towards
Timberline.

Oh, I got my stock
grazing up there.

I better get my rifle
and get going.

- I'‘ll go with you.
- Just a minute, boys,

you'‘ll need help.

Folks, as part
of these festivities,

I'‘m organizing a wolf hunt.

I'‘ll pay $20 in gold

for every pelt you bring back.

Well, Jim, you sure you won'‘t
change your mind

- and come with us?
- No, I better stay

and keep an eye on the party.

Hmm, it'‘s quite a pretty party
to keep an eye on.

- What about you, Stacey?
- Oh, I'‘d have trouble

getting on a horse,
let alone, riding one.

Well, I'‘m thinking
on four pelts,

- one for each of us.
- Let'‘s go.

Well, I guess everybody'‘s here
except the boss.

It'‘s only a wild turkey.

We got a long day ahead of us.

They make mighty good eating.

Here he comes.

You all know
what we'‘re here for.

I had you men picked
because I think

you all feel the way I do.

We didn'‘t come out here

for the good
of the glorious West,

but for our own good.

Now, that being so,
we are moving in

on Comanche territory tonight.

Are there any questions?

Yeah.

Suppose the federal government

brings troops in here
to throw us out.

There won'‘t be any law
in this territory

for 25 years.

By that time,
we'‘ll all be rich enough

not to have to worry.

You'‘ve been talking mighty big

about how we'‘re all
gonna get rich,

but you ain'‘t never mentioned

how we'‘re gonna split up
the silver.

I'‘ll let you know that
after we take over

and start digging it.

I'‘d like to know right now.

Are there any
other troublemakers

hankering to know
how we split up?

This ain'‘t no argument, Stacey,

But what are the Comanches
gonna be doing

while we'‘re digging the silver?

That'‘s all taken care off.

Comanches without rifles

shouldn'‘t present much
of a problem.

I'‘ve got the original treaty
right here

with, shall we say,

a little added clause.

Clause 10,

this treaty of peace
to take effect

only on the condition that said

Comanche Indians

shall immediately as a token

of their intention
of keeping said peace,

surrender all guns, rifles,

and powder in their possessions.

Well, there it is, Quisima,

all signed and sealed.

This trick of white man,

Comanche must not give up gun.

Long before white man came,

Comanche hunted with bow

and knife was happy.

White man'‘s gun

has brought them only sorrow

and bloodshed.

Since we will now live in peace

with white brothers,

we not need these guns.

It shall be
as white brother'‘s wish.

Sorry you had to leave so soon.

Got to get the youngsters home
and straightened out,

they act too much.

Sure was a swell shindig,
Ms. Howard.

That cake was every bit
as good as mom'‘s.

Mmm, almost.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye. Bye.

Well, it looks like your party

is a success
in more ways than one.

Thanks to you.

It was really your idea.

Folks took the change in plans

very nicely.

I'‘m sure
you won'‘t have any trouble.

And someday soon,
I'‘ll be coming through

this way again

and this territory
will be booming.

You'‘re not leaving.

In a couple of days.

I want to get down there

and find out
what it'‘s all about.

When do you expect to get back?

I'‘d be more up to hurry

if I knew I was being missed.

In that case, Jim Bowie,

you'‘d better hurry.

I'‘m going to miss you, too.

Oh, what'‘s the matter, Dan'l?

Didn'‘t you get any wolves?

I found plenty of wolves,

two-legged wolves.

Jim Bowie, you and me
have been took in

like a couple of first-class
greenhorns.

- Meaning, what?
- Meaning if there'‘s a wolf pack

in them hills,
I'‘ll eat my saddle.

Looks like Ms. Howard
and her brother

dealt it to us right off

the bottom of the deck.

I hope you know what you'‘re
talking about, Mr. Seeger

because I don'‘t.

No, I suppose you don'‘t know

where your brother is

or what he is up to.

Of course I do.

He took the buckboard back
to the ranch.

And you can just stop
your playacting, young woman.

Stacey and most of those men

are up in the hills

in that supposed-to-be wolf hunt

and they are aiming to move in

on the Comanches.

Well, that'‘s not true.

Naturally, she don'‘t know
nothing about it.

Just like she don'‘t know
her brother rides

like a

and he'‘s mighty handy
in a lot of other ways.

Jim, I don'‘t know
anything about this.

- I swear it.
- I'‘ve got to hand it to you,

Ms. Howard, that wolf hunt
was a stroke of genius.

- You'‘ve got to believe me, Jim.
- You picked a clever way

of getting the guns back
to the men and sneaking them out

without arousing suspicion.

Jim, you'‘ve got to listen to me.

I'‘ve listened enough.

Let'‘s go.

Boozer, I want to see you
in the office.

I'‘m kind of busy out there,
Ms. Katie.

Get over there.

Where'‘s Stacey?

I don'‘t know.

I guess he went home.

You know where he is

and what he'‘s up to.

No, ma'‘am.

I don'‘t know nothing.

Then, you'‘d better
start guessing.

- No.
- Stay right where you are

and don'‘t move.

What is this, a joke?

Listen, Boozer,

I'‘ve talked big and tough
all of my life,

but I'‘ve never shot anyone.

You'‘d better start talking.

But if I talk,

Stacey will kill me.

You can worry about that later.

If you don'‘t talk,

I'‘ll kill you.

We got here as fast as we could.

We do not want Quisima to think

it is the white man'‘s government

that betrays The Comanche.

Our brother, Bowie
has spoken well.

Quisima understand

there'‘s great problem.

The boys still got a few hours
before sundown,

plenty of time to get ready

for that pack of human hyenas.

The Comanches have given up
their guns.

They have only arrows and lances

and few knives

my brother, Bowie made for them.

They'‘ll never let you get
close enough to use them.

Well, they'‘d pick you off
like a herd of buffalo.

If Comanches must die,

they will die like men,

but never gave up

sacred soil of their fathers.

Listen, Quisima,

dying may be all right
for your men,

but you'‘ve got to get your women

and children out of here.

Let them take
what they can carry

and hide out in the hills,

then spread your men out.

Let them fight
from behind rocks and trees.

Caution your braves again.

We'‘ll wait beyond the village

until Stacey'‘s men come close

on this mountain
then we'‘ll attack.

Well, Stacey,
the men are rested and fed

and raring to go.

Well, you can pass out
some whiskey,

no more than two drinks per man.

You'‘re quite a ways from home,
aren'‘t you, sis?

I had to see for myself.

Well, now you know.

You'‘re not thinking of whipping

your naughty brother.

Quite an arsenal
you'‘ve got over there.

You'‘re not taking any chances.

I can'‘t afford to.

The Comanches
are most cooperative.

They gave up their guns
without a struggle.

You'‘ve been planning this
for a long time.

Even before I come out here.

I suppose
I'‘d be wasting my breath

if I tried to talk you
out of it.

Just as much as if
I tried to talk you

into coming in with me,

and giving up that nonsense

about building up the West.

Very well, Stacey.

Now we know where we stand.

From now on, I'‘m on the other
side of the fence.

Fortunes of war, Katie.

Where are you going?

Out of here if I don'‘t get
a bullet in my back.

Take some men and go after her.

We'‘re not waiting any longer.

We'‘re moving in on
the Comanches right now.

Ha, ha.

Ha, ha.

I don'‘t know
how I'‘m gonna make out

with your kind of knife, Jim.

I was practically weaned

on this Arkansas toothpick.

Remember, it cuts up
as well as down.

This not white man'‘s fight.

You go.

We like it here, Pakanah.

Besides, we'‘ve gotta make
things right on account

of what Stacey'‘s doing.

It'‘s fellers like him

that gives a white man
a bad name.

Once, in anger,

I want kill my brother, Bowie.

Now, if you let me,

I want fight beside him.

Glad to have you.

Well, wouldn'‘t have to wait long

to get his wish.

Here they come.

They won'‘t get their guns back.

Tell them to save their arrows.

Well, you know what
it feels like to be a turkey

in a turkey shoot.

Well, they can'‘t
hold that much longer.

Maybe if I try to ration them.

You think so, huh?

Look.

They won'‘t get their guns
back, eh?

Quick, rifles.

Don'‘t get them tied along.

Let'‘s go.

I ought to turn you over
to The Comanches,

but you'‘ll be a lot safer
with the federal government.

As soon as I finish my business

with Mr. Houston,

I'‘ll be back.

Hurry, Jim,

I'‘ll need a lot more help now.

Looking like that,

you'‘ll do all right.

Well, goodbye, Kate.

Bye, Jim.

Good luck.

That ain'‘t no way

to say goodbye to a gal,

you big galoot.

Go ahead and kiss her.